Schoolyard atmosphere
- I am devastated,
Vanessa. How can you imagine drawing a line
about the most beautiful love story,
the purest,
the brightest that has ever existed?
How do you think you live without the taste of my skin,
my mouth,
our caresses, our kisses?
Your breakup letter betrays you.
She says how you love only me.
So why do you want to hurt me?
I who was the most faithful man
of all, with you.
I made a promise to God
that you would never, no,
never be a part of my past.
- Go ahead.
Say it: “Woe to the
man through whom scandal comes.
"Matzneff, he's too handsome,
"he's too free, too happy, too
insolent, "he's too in love.
"So, I may not be
like everyone else, but I will never deny - But anyway my accomplices.
to hear you, one would
believe that you belong
to a criminal association.
- Only the judges can talk about the criminals.
I may be a sinner,
but that only concerns my confessor and me.
The mea culpa, it
is on his own chest that he is
struck, not on that of his neighbor.
Sorry, dear friend.
- Your neighbor would be
delighted if you visited her chest.
- The real reproach that these
"honest people" make of me is that I
have the courage to be myself, to
regret nothing, and to write, as
Tolstoy liked to say, with the blood of my heart.
“Perhaps there are only ghosts
around me, “but what I am sure of
is that the living are in my books.”
- Yes dear.
- Do you like reading Vanessa?
- Oh yes.
She loves literature.
She prefers books to all the
distractions of children her age.
- A literary temperament. - Interesting.
When I was 11, I discovered
The Three Musketeers.
It was thanks to Dumas
that I became a rider.
Reading a book can
change the course of a life.
It is therefore essential to meet
your masters as early as
possible, when the mind is being formed.
Who have you ever
admired, Vanessa?
- Vanessa, at 13, she has already read so much.
She loves Cohen, Dostoyevsky, Tolstoy...
She is much more cultured than her own mother.
Oh yes, yes, really.
No, no, I assure you.
- Dostoyevsky, Tolstoy.
We'll have to talk about it, Vanessa.
I think we have a lot in common.
- Gab the Rafale?
- That was my nickname in military service.
- Ah good?
I could never have imagined that.
- I was the best with machine gun.
And as my adjutant said: “Matzneff, at 200m
he would put a bullet in the ass of a fly.”
- A little idea for Goncourt?
- It's the same jury as last year.
- “Disappointed” ? I was a little disappointed.
- I don't like it at all, Duras.
- L'Amant, it was...
- Yes, it sells. It's amazing.
Car turn
signal...
- I read Les Noces barbares by
Queffélec. Look... it's quite surprising.
And you?
- I loved Besson.
- Okay. Dara?
- Dara. It’s exceptional.
- Where do you live exactly?
- It's
a very good choice, but this book is not for a young girl your age.
Do you want to read this writer?
- Yes.
- Then this one will suit you better.
-Vanessa?
Here's the mail.
- “Dear Vanessa, “it is with a
pen dipped “in the blood of my
heart that I dare to write to you today.
“But this pen is powerless
to tell you the delicious trouble
that you have given birth to in me.
“I tried in vain to fight against the spell of your
beautiful eyes fixed on me, this November evening.
“You haunt me.
“You are not like the others.
“Dear Vanessa, what an enchantress are you?
“I would like to be the confidant of
your heart and the keeper of your secrets.
“Mixing your fingers with mine would be enough for my heart...
“I didn’t know I was so vulnerable.
“My sweet princess, I’m worried.
“Perhaps I am wrong, but I cannot reason with myself.
“Dear Vanessa, your
absence tortures me.
“Not hearing from you is unbearable for me.
“You are not like the others.
“I noticed it from the first moment. Dear Vanessa...
"You deserve it...
"I will be the happiest
man to read your
precious words in return to mine.
“My sweet princess, only
answer me when you deem me
worthy, when you are ready.
“I dream of you, day and night.”
- So, composition of the subject.
- Who is it?
It's your father? - Subject of the verb in the ablative,
participle of the verb in the ablative form.
So...
I'm listening to you, the subject of the verb
in the ablative, what is it?
Springora, are you with us?
You don't imagine that your excellent grades
exempt you from keeping up with the others.
“Beware of the hubris that ruins heroes.”
For the next time, you
will look for the meaning
of this word: hubris. H.U.B.R.I.S, and you will
explain it to your comrades.
So, this participle...
- Madam?
- Volunteer to recite?
- Uh...
Hubris, madam, among the Greeks,
it’s excessive pride.
It is a fault that causes the destruction of men,
heroes you were talking about.
Oedipus, for example.
It's because
of his excessive pride that he meets a tragic fate.
Do I have to look again, madame,
or is this enough for you?
- AND THEN THE YEAR AFTER
I WILL START AGAIN
I WILL PROSTITUTE MYSELF
FOR POSTERITY
SCHOOL NEWS
WILL SAY I'M A FAGOT
MAKE MY EYES STINK OF ALCOHOL
I'D BE GOOD TO STOP...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, VANESSA
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Cheers
- It's not a big deal. Let's say
encouragement from me.
- THANKS.
It really touches me. Very much.
-Champagne!
- Write, well, it may seem stupid,
but first it starts by sitting at a table...
- And write every day.
- So.
- Listen...
I can't tell you anythingagain, but...
But I... - Let me see, my darling.
That's wonderful.
Thank you, Jean-Didier.
- You are welcome.
- Vanessa has so many facilities.
I tell her to be demanding with herself.
Follow Jean-Didier’s advice.
A literary critic like him knows what he's talking about.
I'm so proud of you, my darling,
And that's just the beginning.
THANKS.
- We write when we are well.
- That's why I want that you always look higher,
higher than you.
Never below.
You understand?
Moans
in the hallway
- You don't want to stay for dinner?
- I can't, you know well.
- When are you going to talk to him?
- See you next week.
All right?
Kiss your daughter.
- There are no secrets between you and me?
It's our pact.
There is us and the rest of the world.
Men always end by behaving like bastards.
Your father already...
- You should go get some rest.
I'll take care of dinner.
The hubbub of the street
- I am glad to see you, Vanessa.
So happy.
You do not have to be afraid.
You are welcome.
This is where I write.
No.
- I read books for adults, You know.
- These books, we will read them together,
when we know each other better.
Sit down.
Can I speak to you on familiar terms?
He opens the refrigerator.
Clinking of glass
- I don't know
if I should be here.
Maybe... it would be better
that I leave?
- No. Vanessa,
but you have nothing to fear from me.
I swear it to you before the Blessed Virgin.
- The Blessed Virgin?
- Look at her.
She protects us.
Let's not go too fast.
- I was with Gabriel, mom.
- I don't know.
Is he in your class?
- But no.
Look, he wrote me a poem.
He loves me, he writes it to me.
It's true, look.
She moans.
Look at.
- What did you do?
- Mom?
- You do not know him. He is vicious, debauched.
- Oh no!
No, you are wrong, I assure you.
He's not like that. He respects me, mom.
He loves me.
- No, he doesn't love you. He desires your youth.
Oh!
He's a pedophile.
You are not aware?
But anyway, everyone knows it.
- You knew it when you took him home?
- If you see him again, I'm sending you to boarding school.
- You do not have the right.
I love it.
- I am your mother. I have all the rights.
You hear me? You are my responsibility.
- Your responsibility?
Your daughter in the back of a car with a pedophile? That's it?
It makes no sense, what you say,
I'm not a kid anymore.
You are jealous,
In fact.
You are jealous.
That's it?
If you stop me from experiencing this love, I will stop college.
I do not care! I'm going to live in a squat!
In my chest, there is a girl who hanged herself in her bedroom.
I can do it if you separate me from him! You hear me!
A door slams.
- We are not doing anything wrong.
What happens between us is beautiful, it’s very rare.
Why shouldn't a 14 year old girl have the right to love?
who does she want?
- Maybe when you know better, will you be disappointed?
- I know perfectly who you are.
You and I, we are the same.
Your mother is afraid of what she doesn't know.
We will prove to them that true love exists.
- True love, I haven't read it
than in books.
- Reassure me, you're not afraid?
- No.
And then I've already done things,
with Julien.
- Julien? Who is Julien?
Is he a boy your age?
- It's when I was little.
- Well tell me. Tell me.
- We didn't make love.
We just caressed each other,
on holiday.
It was to play.
- Caressed? But were you completely naked?
- Sometimes, almost.
- But are you going to see him again, this Julien?
Where does he live?
Is there still something between you?
- No.
- No? No.
- He no longer interests me. I swear to you.
- Are you sure about it?
I see clearly, in your eyes, you don't tell me everything.
Tell me the truth.
Do you still like him?
- No.
No. And...
He has a girlfriend now.
It won't happen again, I promise you.
- Will you promise me, Vanessa? - Yes.
- You promise me?
- Yes.
Yes, and then...
He's a kid, you know, It has nothing to do with you.
- But you're still a virgin?
- I do.
Yes of course.
My first time, I wanted live it with someone I love,
and who loves me too.
- Excuse me.
Excuse me.
You know, I love you so much, that's why,
I can't stand, I will never stand
that another can ask his hands on you.
That drives me crazy. You understand? And then...
it could have been terrible, for you, traumatic.
Your first time with a boy brutal, inexperienced.
It's a chance for you let me be the first.
You know...
maybe I'm not perfect...
but I have mastered the art of love.
I will be
for you the best teacher.
Tender...
persevering...
and imaginative.
She screams.
- Sorry, sorry.
- Don't worry.
I'll take the time.
Because it's you.
Because you are unique.
Are you trembling, my darling child?
You want me to stop?
I won't force you to do anything.
Huh, you know that?
She lets out a cry.
- It hurts, it hurts, sorry, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, sorry.
Don't blame me. - It doesn't matter.
We can do otherwise, You know.
She blows.
She jumps.
Like a little boy.
- Jean-Didier called. We could have dinner together, all three of you?
You love talking literature with him.
- You hurt.
- I'm not asking you if you knowAlice in Wonderland.
- Well yes, of course, I know.
For what?
- This masterpiece would never have existed
if its author was not really fell madly in love
of a little girl named Alice.
No, but today we are crying out loud about everything.
I would have been so proud
that you accompany me to this signing.
Let someone see me with my beautiful schoolgirl.
What are you looking at?
- You.
- I haven't been this inspired in so long.
I wrote about you, I didn't stop,
pages and pages in my diary,
pages in your image, sublime.
You have not forgotten what Did I explain it to you last time?
In love, nothing is dirty.
There are no dirty or forbidden gestures.
And when things could appear embarrassing to you,
tell yourself well that everyone does them
and that's normal.
It's just love.
A door slams.
- Why did you do that? This is my diary.
You disgust me.
You hear, you disgust me.
- I'm scared for you.
- It's my life, it's none of your business.
- NOW, I'll have to tell him.
Your father will agree with me.
- I don't care about him now,
I do not want to see him any more.
I no longer have a father,
I could lose my mother. It doesn't scare me.
- Vanessa, stop.
Drop that bag, you're not going anywhere!
You hear me? Stopped!
I'm going to go see the cops.
I won't let you waste your life with this guy.
He's 50, you're 14!
He's using you! - It's wrong.
Artists have lived passions with girls my age.
And they were their muses.
I speak to you of great love.
You don't know anything about it. What have you done in your life?
And you're alone now.
And you hurt me.
Why are you crying?
Plus, you stink of alcohol.
- It's okay, go ahead.
Do what you want, I don't care.
You won't have to complain afterwards, will you?
Go ahead, go!
- You do not know her.
Nothing was easy for her.
- I don't want to sow discord between you.
I'm afraid you prefer
choose your mother over me.
It is unfair.
I wish my life was a blank page,
but the past cannot be erased. Before you,
I lived like a libertine,
But it's over.
There is only room for you.
You are my redemption, Vanessa.
But if you don't believe in me...
Before you, I loved another daughter, Francesca.
She made me suffer terribly.
She was jealous, hysterical, possessive, crazy.
Crazy.
She could have destroyed me.
You are the “ultimate child” I was hoping for.
And if necessary, I will fight to marry you.
You are my last love.
Cing of bells
Tuning instruments
Culture without conscience is only ruin of the soul, isn't it?
- As I never had children, I have no experience?
- No, I didn't say anything like that.
We were all children, facing our parents first.
It's already an experience.
- Mine separated when I was 6 months old.
I've never seen them in the same room together.
The nurses educated me.
They gave me the basic rules:
no elbows
on the table.
We don't walk on lawns.
We don't cry, especially when you're a boy.
And what does that mean as an adult?
Lies on foot. Certainly
courteous and friendly in society,
but... at what price?
No, but I think
that we must let children grow up,
as they want, as they please.
We have to let them make mistakes, get hurt...
You have to let them learn. Being yourself is exactly that.
We cannot say that our generations,
We're not exactly the same age...
that we have been educated according to these principles.
Well, let me tell you...
You're not listening, Vanessa.
That you knew
respect your daughter's nature,
and I congratulate you.
She is really
different from the others, it is...
more mature, more authentic...
unique.
- I can sleep
at Gabriel's this evening?
- No, no, I...
Don't you think she's a little tired?
- Mom, please.
- No.
Your mother is right.
My darling child,
we will see each other tomorrow.
Be careful not to drown yourself in chocolate,
It’s fertilizer for acne.
- Your mom works
in publishing, right?
- Yes...
- Her mother and she are close.
- Your mother doesn't mind
that you cherish the scandalous,
the sulphurous, the intrepid
rider that we know?
Age difference doesn't worry him more?
- Love has no age.
- Totally agree. You are brilliant for thinking like that.
- Not only,I think so, but...
I am ready
to shout it loud and clear. She's a good student.
- She had a good teacher.
- It is applied. - And very determined.
- I'm not a child anymore.
- You are absolutely adorable.
Have you heard from Francesca?
- Oh no, very little.
- How is Marie-Agnès?
- Alright. She is always, so fresh, sparkling.
And although I broke his heart,
she is not yet too hardened by life.
I saw Diane again
who asked me to participate in his conference
at the Sorbonne, I obviously couldn't refuse.
Vanessa is different others.
She is intelligence.
She is ahead in absolutely every way.
Well almost.
Burst of laughter
- It's what?
- A love letter.
- Why are you sad, then?
- I am touched.
His words are magnificent.
I had never read a letter as beautiful. - I can see?
- No.
- “That you are not yet ready for others
"types of reports that modo puerili,
"I don't mind, but you have to make an effort
"to be more daring.
“I think I’m being very kind to you, right?
"You too, you could be even more
“and take care of me as I take care of you.
"I told you, in love,
“Nothing is dirty. Maybe I'm unfair,
“or maybe you’re too young for me.
"But dissatisfaction in a man
"is a source of pain,
"and my ultimate child,
“I dare to hope that you want to make me truly happy.”
Dark music
Typewriter
Vanessa?
You are not with your little classmates?
- I find them more and more stupid.
I have nothing more to do with them.
And nothing, no one I'm not interested in anything except you.
If you leave me, I will kill myself.
I am your schoolgirl, and your child,
your lover,
your little boy, I will be everything you want.
Ask me what you want.
What could I do to fill my favorite teacher?
- Let his schoolgirl apply himself to show him what he taught him.
Sigh of pain
- Mom...
Mom, I'm hurt. Mom...
Call Gabriel!
Sad music
- I will come back to see you tomorrow.
Goodbye, Vanessa.
- Who's the guy who's coming? to glare at me?
- He's a psychologist, he's a friend of my mother.
- Mhm.
- It's rheumatism acute joint.
He thinks I'm somatizing.
I don't know what she told him.
- Hmm. Yes I see.
I see I see.
Well first, I sit down.
A little back.
I work on my gaze.
Intense, the look.
SO...
I'm listening to you... eh...
Even if I already have an idea about my young patient.
Pretty, very pretty.
Very very
pretty.
I ask him about his dreams, and I let her speak.
If she could send me a transfer quickly.
Well, I know, it's not ethical,
but it is for my cause.
Obviously, I don't tell him.
But, I sharpen my weapons.
Quickly, and be careful,
a powerful quote to stun him.
Here it is: “The dream is the guardian of sleep”
There she is, she can no longer resist.
I'm holding it.
Come on, the final blow.
Would she lack bearings, father...
landmark...
Won.
My beautiful child, consult instead Doctor Gabriel.
He will tell you that your illness is not psychosomatic.
It's an infection,
or inflammation.
What an idiot, this psychologist.
Already, by nature, I never tasted too much
to the sermons of old Sigmund, but this bullshit
confuses me with these pastries.
Me...
I prefer nuns.
- Are they painful?
- At times, but that's okay.
- Do you have a boyfriend?
- Yes. It's more than that, we are a couple.
- A couple?
Don't be embarrassed by my question:
have you ever had sex?
- I would like to make love with him, but I can not.
It's someone who pays close attention to me...
but every time he tries,
it hurts me so much, and it freaks me out, so...
So I'm afraid he's had enough.
Even though he loves me,
I'm afraid he's had enough that I do not give myself to him,
that he finds me childish, and he leaves me.
It is not fair.
I would like...
I would like so much that he sees me as a woman,
and not like a kid.
- There must be an explanation.
I'll just ask you to put your feet here.
Alright.
She holds her breath.
Ah, you are indeed the virgin incarnate.
I had never seen a hymen so intact,
it's a real chastity belt.
Don't worry like that.
I can help you if you wish it?
A small intervention surgical,
under local anesthesia, and everything will be fine,
without any difficulty, without any pain.
- I love you.
- It's a big day.
A sacred day for you and for me.
The pages I will write
will be the most beautiful of my life.
Get back into bed, my darling child.
- I never dared to tell you, but...
I too write.
Really.
It is to you that I will devote my first book.
He will only talk about you.
- I don't want to forget anything about this moment when I initiated you.
One thing I don't write,
and I very quickly have the feeling of having never experienced it.
I will be your memory.
And you, my child,
you will see yourself there as in a mirror.
- THE BEAUTIFUL WILL HAVE MADNESS IN HEAD
AND THE LOVERS
FROM THE SUN TO THE HEART
BUT IT’S VERY SHORT THE CHERRY SEASON
WHERE WE'RE GOING TWO PICKS
DREAMING
EARRINGS
CHERRIES OF LOVE WITH THE SAME ROSES
FALLING
UNDER THE LEAF IN DROPS OF BLOOD
BUT IT’S VERY SHORT
THE CHERRY SEASON
CORAL PENDANTS
End of class bell
- I saw your old guy kissing another girl on the bus.
My father told me that he was a bastard pedophile.
- That's exactly what I'm saying.
My writings are and will remain my worst enemies.
We use some of them, certainly without having read them,
to say anything about me.
And your little brat friend,
be very sure that he only repeats
what his stupid parents told him.
- Why don't you want me to read your books?
What are you hiding from me?
- I'm just afraid that some pages may shock you.
And then these writings no longer correspond to the man
that I have become thanks to you.
- When I'm older, will you still love me?
- Thanks to me,
you will be forever young.
I made a big decision, Vanessa.
I'm going to write a novel inspired by our meeting.
This will be the witness of our solar love
and of my reformed existence for the beautiful eyes
of a 14 year old girl.
She will be called "Allegra",
he will be called “Nil”.
I don't have the rest.
But there will have to be
twists and turns, suspense.
We will imagine it together.
Yes.
Allegra.
Tingles
Nile.
Look at me.
Device clicks
Vanessa laughs.
- I go.
- Mr. Matzneff.
- Delighted. Minors Brigade.
What can I do for you?
- We would like to speak to you.
- But of course, only, I have to surrender
to a signature. - It's a routine visit.
- Alright. But allow me
to say goodbye to this young student
who came to question me on my work.
- Of course, Mr. Matzneff.
THANKS.
See you soon.
We will no longer go to my studio at the same time. Too risky.
We will no longer be able to walk hand in hand or take a walk together.
I spent the day hiding
all traces of you.
We are being watched. We are being spied on.
All possible scenarios will have to be expected.
We broke the law.
Never forget that.
- You don't measure the seriousness of the situation.
It is I who can be condemned.
What if I lost your custody?
Imagine that you find yourself placed in a host family
until you turn 18?
Oh! You realize?
- Everything went wonderfully.
I was absolutely remarkable.
The police assured me that it was not
than an administrative formality.
Letters of denunciation regarding celebrities.
“Sir, we are receiving some hundreds a day.”
- Can I get you a drink?
Sit down. You are welcome.
- I always keep on me
the laudatory letter that François Mitterrand sent to me.
If they had wanted to arrest me on the field,
I wouldn't have hesitated to show them.
- Mitterrand?
Really?
- He is a great admirer of my work.
Yes Madam.
The anonymous letter,
I read it.
It was signed "W., a friend of the mother".
- A friend of the mother?
W?
It does not make sense.
And why not
your friend...
Jean-Didier Wolfromm,
this failed scribbler?
- It's true that you canceled three of his invitations.
Maybe he took it the wrong way?
- No, it can't be him.
He encourages me to write, he is nice.
- He encourages you?
It's that bastard. It does not support
that we can be beautiful, and intelligent at the same time.
He is disgusting.
I am on that he wants to sleep with you.
How did you want me to write with this scoundrel on his back.
I was sick of it.
The Lord has placed generous patrons on my path.
They will pay me everything,
bedroom, as well as my meals at Lipp.
I thanked them. Do you know
what the type from the foundation answered me?
Don't thank us, it's nothing compared to the pleasure
what your books bring us.
I will write to Pierre and Yves
to tell them how well they know how to surround themselves.
This hotel is unpretentious, but well located.
It's wonderful, isn't it?
From the window, I can see your college.
You're doing this better and better.
It’s bliss.
What possessed you to put on makeup?
- Tonight is a moment exceptional, so...
- You want to look like a lady, that's it?
- No, I wanted to be pretty for you.
- Ah, Matzneff, you are there.
What an honor to have you among us.
- THANKS. Good evening.
Have you ever had the pleasure of meeting Vanessa,
my young, very young, my sweet, very sweet, my tender,
very tender friend, dear to my heart?
- So you're not lying about anything.
- After this remarkable argument under your attentive gaze,
I have no doubt about it Gabriel Matzneff,
and despite these dark glasses... - No.
- Your eyes look at you problems?
- Yes, I have a problem with my eyes,
but it is above all in the context of the action
for the virtue of the Minister of the Interior.
As soon as I come on your show
without dark glasses, with my blue eyes,
some time later, I received summons
from the juvenile brigade,
at the Quai de Gèsvres.
I disturbed the young female viewers.
Writers go to Quai Conti, me to Quai de Gesvres.
- To conclude this broadcast,
let's read these few words from Gabriel Matzneff.
- Quote me. Quote me.
Good evening.
THANKS. Good evening.
- Thank you so much. It was fantastic.
- THANKS. It was very interesting.
Stunning. - Thank you. Good evening.
- THANKS.
- Gabriel. Gabriel.
- Don't worry, continue.
-Gabriel.
Gabriel!
- I looked for you in the audience, I didn't see you.
It's a shame that Gabriel did not dine with us.
Where were you placed?
I was very attentive, but I didn't see you.
- And there?
You see me now? Eh?
I am in front of you.
I'm not on TV, All right?
Are you not interested?
- But what's the matter with you, anyway?
- You want to see me?
Whore! Start by getting interested to me when I'm there.
You're disappointed he didn't come.
- Stopped.
- What will you see at the concert? - Shut up.
There are only two dates.
We must quickly let's take places.
- Hey, it'll be okay.
It's okay.
- If I miss them, I shoot myself.
- I love their latest album.
- Oh yeah?
- Yes. Uh...
I tuned loop.
- Oh yeah?
Are you a fan of the Cure?
I didn't think at all that it was your thing.
- And what's my thing, then?
Well yes, I love it, you see.
- You could come with us If you want?
- Yeah, definitely.
- Yes why not.
- The name of this young idiot,
- Valentine. what is it?
- Why is this guy inviting you
if it's not to grope you between two songs,
or try to corner you in the dark to kiss you?
I hope you said no?
She is crying.
You are not going to put yourself to whine?
I'm exhausted.
I worked on my manuscript all day.
I remind you that I'm leaving tomorrow, and that I need calm.
These few days of treatment, without tobacco or alcohol,
to eat seeds, and salad, are imperative.
- How long are you going to stay in Switzerland?
- Enough so that you can read the entire Bible.
Two weeks won't be long.
You can enjoy the room, or my studio. You have the keys.
Come on, take off your clothes.
“These children in Manila
"are fresh asses from which I take a tiny pleasure
"to set out on a quest.
“A few tickets will be enough to satisfy my desire.
“I sometimes have up to four kids
"from 8 to 14 years old in my bed
"at the same time
"and to indulge in the most exquisite antics with them.
"Yes, these little boys that I put here in my bed
"are a rare pepper.
"A path of spices
“which I delight insatiably.”
-Springora, Vanessa?
Absent.
Brouhaha in the café
- Go ahead, turn around. Stand in front of me.
Yeah. Come on.
Caress yourself, will you?
I'm looking at you, go ahead.
Come on, show me your pretty butt.
Like that, it's good, yes.
It's good, have you seen how much you turn me on?
Eh? You see how much you excite me.
40,000 francs. I received 40,000 francs from the Academy.
Clearly, good people support me.
What's the matter?
You sulk?
Doesn't that make you happy for me?
- I read.
I read everything.
You really fucked with children?
Those boys in Manila?
And all these girls
which you describe in the smallest detail,
with whom you sleep,
by lying to them all the time?
I would only like let's talk about it.
I love you.
If I love you.
I love you, but I don't recognize you not in these books, so...
I won't judge you if you tell me the truth.
- I will only be the last from a long list.
Go ahead, say it your turn.
I know this criticism by heart.
- But I don't blame you.
I just want to understand who you really are?
- And who are you? with your questions?
A modern version of the Inquisition?
A feminist perhaps?
All that would be missing is that.
There is nothing less attractive
than what you are doing.
You realize well that you are ridiculous?
- Your life before me must have been much more pleasant.
You regret,
that's it?
- It's not just my books, and my girlfriends in life.
There are other topics for discussion.
We can talk politics, religion.
Look what happens in the world,
Do you at least realize that?
Say something interesting, You're welcome.
I don't understand you anymore, Vanessa.
Do you still want to inspire me?
But are you even capable of it?
- Mhm.
No. No. No, I don't feel like it today.
Could we do something else? For once?
- So you have decided to be unbearable, right?
Marie-Agnès and Diane
had nothing to envy you in bed, but they,
in addition, were models in a good mood.
You,
you don't know how to enjoy the present moment,
like most good women elsewhere.
It's in your genes.
You look more and more like your mother.
- I would like to point out that I am only 15 years old,
as you know it.
So I'm not yet what you'd call a good woman.
Besides, what do you know about women?
After 18 years
no, 16, nothing interests you about them anymore.
- You decided to make me suffer?
Or, you want
that I break away from you?
I am sincerely worried of the imprint
that you will leave on my readers.
You will end up disappointing them, them too.
Because I,
when I write, I sign a pact with them,
and I owe them the whole truth.
And the truth is that I had plans for the future with you,
dreams of the future.
But now, you scare me.
I finally see your true face
of a hysterical liar.
- No.
This is not true.
- That's not true? - No.
- It's not true? But then, wait.
So. Ah, here it is:
"Your love for me is a shining sun
"and illuminates everything we have experienced together
“since our first kiss.”
Or...
And this one, with a more direct style:
"I passionately want to have thousands more times
"dizziness when you caress me, three little points.
“With you, I become happy again, but also crazy
"of desire, of your body, of your skin,
"from your mouth.
"I love you."
Eh?
"I love you. Et cetera, et cetera."
Were you even sincere?
Because, there, me too, I need to be reassured.
Be reasonable.
Vanessa!
Vanessa?
Take off your clothes, please.
Please.
Junk feminism,
wickedness and manipulation,
It’s Vanessa syndrome.
She persecutes me.
His desire for possession tortures me.
It's even worse than Francesca.
She doesn't have her charisma,
it is simply predictable.
It's a fail.
My poor little girl became enraged,
hysterical, unbearable.
- That's a hell of a
- No!
portrait of you in my black notebook.
- No, you don't have the right!
- And without the strength of our love,
Vanessa will inevitably fall into wandering,
depravity and madness.
And madness.
- In a castle made of mirrors...
a beautiful princess with golden hair
longed for...
For never having found love,
when a...
A brave knight came to save her.
He was the nicest...
The kindest and most handsome of all the nobles in the kingdom.
And when she saw him...
for the first time...
she knew, immediately...
that it was his...
great love...
for eternity.
- Yuri? And...
Why is Vanessa crying?
- Shh.
I'm the evening babysitter.
I'll take over.
- So, shall we have a drink?
It's a new bar,
with good music.
But OK,
We must not delay, otherwise they will punish us.
As per usual, I know them.
You listen to me?
Here we go?
- Yes, we're going.
- How dare you make a scene with me again,
while I'm at work?
No, you have no idea what a creator is.
What you read is only the draft of a future novel,
It has nothing to do with us, with you.
- It's finish.
I'm leaving you.
I can't take it anymore.
Cries of rage
- We should be able to talk, otherwise, it will end badly.
Very bad.
After all the efforts that I did for you...
you see clearly that this is your madness who is ruining everything.
No!
Horns
Dark music
Children's cries
Heavy breathing
- Are you fucking talkin' to me?
Are you fucking talkin' to me?
Are you?
You still don't have it?
Are you fuck...
Taxi Driver. De Niro, right?
- No.
- I wanted to be an actor, but I will be a better lawyer.
I went back to law school, as a free candidate.
It is not easy, but I'm going to work hard,
and I'm going to get there.
Then I would like to do this, for my mother, too.
She raised me alone,
and now, It's up to me to help him.
- Does your father no longer live with you?
- No. No, my father he died of a stroke.
He was Russian.
I would have liked know him better, but...
- What a coincidence, my boyfriend is also russian.
- Oh.
- Oh?
And has it been a long time? Finally, what are you going out with?
I'm being indiscreet, right?
Sorry, I allow myself, We barely know each other.
- No no, that's not it, it's...
It's because I never talk about it, that's all.
Nobody can understand.
- And what we could not not understand?
- That...
That I lock myself away in a hotel room
with an older guy than my own father, who cheats on me
and who lies to me.
He has more experience than me, and he...
He's very smart, so he's probably right.
They must be more interesting than me.
So, I hate myself.
I hate myself and lose my temper over nothing.
That's all.
- You're smart.
You're super pretty.
You have your life ahead of you.
Everything is fine.
-Vanessa.
Sit down, please.
I tremble, I am moved.
Because... Boy?
- The same thing - Yes.
- Immediately Sir. for the pretty lady.
- I had a spectacular idea.
I have big news to tell you.
I have to leave for Manila finish our novel,
and I would like you to accompany me. I invite you.
In this hotel
that I love so much, Harrison Plaza.
This novel I'm writing
will tell the most beautiful love story: ours,
as I see it.
And above all, there,
we will be far away, you and me.
“Allegra and Nile.”
Both of us, together.
- And you'll want to have sex with little boys?
- Do not talk nonsense.
I just want you to understand why I love this country.
- This is out of the question.
I will never let you leave the territory without my authorization.
Manila and more?
Ringtones
Vanessa, this is for you.
- Hi.
Uh...
I was thinking, this...
Would you like to go at the cinema together?
- No I can not. I'm sorry.
- Actually, I especially wanted to talk to you.
I do not stop
to think about what you told me the other day.
I don't think you give up consider how much
this guy takes advantage of you, and hurts you.
You're not crazy.
You have to regain confidence in yourself, and leave him.
- I'll miss you.
Soft music
Gabriel?
Was there in your childhood
or in your adolescence an adult who played for you too
this role of initiator?
- Yes. Once.
When I was 13.
A friend of my parents.
Laughs
Jovial atmosphere
- How are you?
Soft music
She is crying.
Brouhaha after college
- How are you?
- Hi.
Phone ringing
- It's 2 a.m.
Yes I understand.
I will tell him.
I swear to you.
See you tomorrow.
He called three times today.
He is worried.
What are you playing like that?
- I left him, mom.
I left Gabriel.
- The poor.
You're sure?
He adores you.
- I'm going to live with Yuri.
- Are you in love with this boy?
- Yes.
I can't live with you anymore, do you understand?
- Will you come and have dinner at home together?
I'll make food.
Phone ringing
Soft music
Slow breathing
- Wait, wait.
You're sure?
I don't want to hurt you.
Respirations
She is crying.
I'm not fine?
I did something who didn't you like?
I disappointed you, didn't you like it?
- It's too much happiness, that's all.
- You know we talk a lot about you in the teachers' room.
But I don't judge you, Unlike them.
I am an admirer.
Allegra.
- I have to go to class.
I'm sorry.
Anguishing music
Let me go, let me go, Let go of me!
What are you doing with me first?
Don't you see that...
Can't you see that I'm disgusted?
- Vanessa?
It's you?
His mother knocks at the door.
Vanessa?
You are home?
Are you back?
Vanessa?
Come on, open this door.
- “Before me, you were nothing but a lost girl.
“I saved you.
“What will you become without my absolute love?
“I’m terribly worried, Vanessa.
"We both know you're fragile,
"unstable, vulnerable.
"You need me."
-Vanessa Springora!
It's not self-service here.
You are required to respect schedules.
Who do you think you are?
No one gets a free pass here.
It is not you
who dictates the rules, as far as I know.
So.
What does it take it?
- Hey!
Applause
- That's enough.
- Following the two tips of discipline
due to your recurring absences,
not to mention the bad example you give to other students,
your teachers took a dislike to you.
Because you deny their authority, you understand?
You know that schooling
is no longer compulsory from the age of 16.
So, I suggest you resign,
on your own, for personal reasons.
And, for your future, it's better that there isn't
of trace of a referral.
Laughter
Dark music
*TV show: "Apostrophes" by Bernard Pivot
*-Absolutely.
So, Gabriel Matzneff who is in front of you,
if there is a real sex education teacher,
It’s still Gabriel Matzneff.
*-Of another kind.
*-He gives lessons
and paying personally.
You like to seduce and initiate.
Why do you specialize
in high school girls and kitties?
Are you over 20 and no longer interested?
*-I like having someone who is not yet hardened by life.
As men are in general
either selfish or cowardly,
women can only get tougher.
A very young girl is kind,
even if she becomes hysterical when she is old.
She's still nicer...
*-But why collect them so much?
Your friends say
that you are not inventing anything.
So you must lie: the phone,
so that they don't meet...
You make love, in the morning, in the afternoon, in the evening.
The question is a bit vulgar:
you fuck for your newspaper?
The more teachers there are, the more pages there will be.
*-No. I hate people who turn the page,
who deny the beings they have loved,
who forget everything they have experienced.
I have a memory for others.
*-Yes, Denise Bombardier?
*-Mr Matzneff seems pitiful to me.
I don't understand that in this country,
literature, in quotes,
serves as an alibi for this type of confidence.
Mr. Matzneff sodomizes little girls aged 14, 15,
who are crazy about him.
We know that little girls can be crazy
of a gentleman who has a literary aura.
The old gentlemen lure the children with candy.
Mr. Matzneff attracts them with his reputation.
But we don't know
how these little girls of 14 or 15 years old
who suffered, what we call
in relationships between adults and young people,
abuse of power,
How do they get by, these little girls?
I think these little girls are withered
for the rest of their lives.
I don't understand how we can publish...
- I stole your clothes.
How do I look?
Do you think it suits me?
Or does it sound like a bitch?
It's old.
Seems vulgar, right?
Opera "Don Giovanni, K. 527" by Mozart
It's war outside.
I'm on a mission.
You have to believe me.
I see things you don't know.
Applause
I think they are a different army.
That everything is perfectly organized.
Could I have a book?
A girl screams.
- Books can excite your imagination,
you shouldn't.
- You must never return
in the hidden time of memories,
from the blessed time of his childhood.
*Barbara: "My childhood"
Camera click
- The party was good, huh?
They all came
only for you.
Did it please you at least?
It was a bit too much, my garlands, wasn't it?
- It was perfect, mom.
- If you blew out the candles, NOW,
just for the two of us.
Come on.
Hop.
Just go.
Go ahead, take a breath.
Please.
*-The war had thrown us there We lived like outlaws
I loved that...
Oh my springs Oh my crazy lost years
She applauds.
Oh my 15 years Oh my wonders
How bad I am to have come back
Oh the fresh nuts of September
- This song makes me cry every time.
Not you?
*-Alas...
- You must never return
*-In the hidden time of memories
From the blessed time of his childhood
- Because among all the memories Those from childhood are the worst
- Those of childhood tear us apart
Oh, my dearest O my mother
Where are you today?
You sleep in the warmth of the earth
And I came here
To find your laughter there
Your anger and your youth
*-And I am alone with my distress
- Alas
- Why did I come back
*-And alone at the bend of these streets
I'm cold, I'm scared Evening bends
Why did I come here Where my past crucifies me
She sleeps forever my childhood
She is crying.
- "July 28
“1986, 5:20 p.m.
“My penis triumphed over the hymen of my beautiful 14-year-old lover.
“Friday the 19th.
“Vanessa caressed me
"voluptuously...
"27, 28, 29... Vanessa,
“jealous, unbearable.
“September 30.
“Yesterday, hysterical screaming from Vanessa.
She is suffocating.
Smashed
"November, December, January,
"the 3rd, the 12th, the 14th.
“My disappointment prevails.
"The 24th. Despite my sacrifices,
"I suffer the violence of an unjust
"and tyrannical mistress.
“It’s inevitable.
"25, 26, 27,
"Vanessa is only 15 years old and already guessing
"the good woman she will be, like her mother.
“Yes, Vanessa is already a woman.
“And 31.
“Close the ban.”
-Vanessa,
everything is fine.
*-2nd floor.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
She sighs.
- No, but let's be clear:
It’s pity and cronyism. - You're not going to do it too.
- Have you read the press?
- If you talk about this controversy
thrown around by young journalists,
it's a joke. Cry scandal
that he finally receives his Renaudot.
All because he said this price
rewarded his entire work.
Suddenly, we are indignant.
A work where he talks about girls in love
that he slept in his bed,
as if they didn't know what they were doing.
What are we talking about?
- And these stories
sex tourism in the Philippines,
can we talk about it too? - Another era.
Otherwise what?
Céline is censored,
Genet, and even good old Gide?
No, literature has all the rights.
- This ridiculous quarrel will only be a flash in the pan.
He is tough,
and he knows how to defend himself.
- He always embodies freedom of expression, transgression.
- And you, Vanessa,
What do you think?
Soft music
- For so many years, I have been going around in circles in my cage.
My dreams are populated with murder and revenge.
Until the day the solution finally presents itself,
there, before my eyes,
as obvious:
catch the hunter in his own trap,
lock it in a book.
Triumphant music
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